A/N: alright I know I said this is a Chrono/Rosette story and it is…it really really is…Chrono just won't appear in it for a few chapters…heh…

!!IMPORTANT !!

Alright future Rosette's nickname is Rosie (pronounced raw – see) it's not spelt how it sounds, so I just wanted to clarify.

Chapter 2

Rosette

June 17, 2017. East Side Docks New York City, United States

The wind howled through the broken glass windows of the abandoned warehouse caused the rust covered chains hanging from its ceiling to clank together. Slowly, the clouds covering the moon drifted away. The building was filled with a silvery light that cast long shadows along the ground; adding to the ominous feeling of the area. It was an empty warehouse on the eastside docks of New York City. Long abandoned and filled with old, decaying machinery; it was a place you would expect demons and poltergeists to reside in. At the moment, everything in the building was quiet and nothing was moving but the chains.

Iridescent red eyes searched the shadows making sure that the area was safe to enter. Judging and determining that it was safe, the demon jumped down on to the floor of the warehouse in a beam of moonlight. In the moonlight, it was clear that the demon was holding something in its claws.

It was a body…

…which it then began to devour.

"I sure hope that guy tastes good," said a distinctly female voice from the shadows, "Because I think that you should consider this your last meal."

The demon immediately jumped into a defensive position, its evening meal forgotten. Warily, it regarded the corner of the building where the voice had come from. It couldn't sense where the person was and that made it nervous. When nothing happened for several minutes, the demon growled low in its throat, becoming increasingly agitated.

"What's wrong, can't you find me," the voice said sounding bored. The demon growled deeper and shifted his body in anger.

"Alright fine I'll show you where I am," a figure stepped out from the shadows, "You have broken the Tri-pact and I have been sent here by the Council to make sure that you are punished."

The figure, obviously a petite female, looked to be about five-five and was dressed in loose fitting black cargo pants, black soft soled boots, and a sleeveless tight fitting black shirt with a hood hiding her identity. All in all, it was an outfit designed to give the wearer full range of motion and to allow them too blend into their environment. The knives around her waist, the gun at her hip, and the sword on her back did not go unnoticed by the demon either. They were a clear warning that this person was not to be messed with. Sadly, the ever present arrogance of demons would not allow him to heed the warning.

He laughed, "What? Do you think that you can stop me, little girl?" Instead of responding to the insult, the girl shifted her feet into a defensive stance and put her hand on the hilt of the sword on her back.

"So you really think a pathetic human such as yourself can even touch me, do you even know who I am?"

"The question is…do you know who I am?" She responded and was gone from sight before the words finished reaching the demons ears. The demon was brought out of its stunned stupor by the sound of a sword exiting its sheath. Turning quickly around to look at the source of the sound he caught the flash of steel in the moonlight as it past centimeters in front of his chest. Stumbling back a few feet the demon felt excruciating pain in its mid-section as the two halves of his body separated and fell apart.

The sword hadn't missed at all.

The last thing the demon saw before the swords magic lit the two halves of his body on fire was the symbol on the back of the girl's shirt, quickly followed by thoughts of self-loathing for not running when he had the chance.

A pentacle in a circle with a cross at its center…

She was a hunter.

"Come on, Anzel where did you hide them!"

"I'm not going to tell you that, do I look like I wanted to deal with a caffeinated psychopath all night."

"You can't hide my bottles of Vault forever, I'll find them eventually. Plus I can always go out and get more, you will never stop me from attaining my caffeine," growled Ali as she stomped up the stairs and into her bedroom to finish getting read for her shift. Anzel, on the other hand had been ready to go for over an hour and was on the couch reading a book.

"Addicted," muttered the redheaded demon. Who, subsequently had to dodge the boot that came from the loft balcony above. "And childish as well!"

"You two at it again, heh, brings back memories from when I was an exorcist," said a laughing voice from the doorway to the apartment. Looking up Anzel smiled at the room's new arrival.

"What did you have an annoying partner too?"

She laughed, "I was the annoying partner."

"Your kidding right, I can't imagine you ever acting like Ali does," said Anzel standing up and walking over to the kitchen.

"I think I was worse actually, believe me I have matured a lot since then," she said taking off all of her weapons and hanging them on the pegs next to the door. Anzel just looked at the girl with a look that clearly said she didn't think that was possible.

"Well moving on, so Rosie I assume from the fact that you're not bleeding or bruised that your first shift alone went well." Rosie, known only to a few as Rosette Christopher, nodded and went over to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"By the way, I thought you threw out all those bottles of soda, not hid them."

Anzel looked panicked at the stairs for a moment before she determined that Ali hadn't heard that last comment. "Shhh, Rosie. Are you trying to get me killed or something?"

"O, you know she can't really kill you."

"Well, ok fine, she can't kill me. But she can cause me an awful amount of physical and mental pain as payment. You know how pissed off she get when people waste caffeine like that."

Rosie snickered, "Yea I know, but I also know how funny it is to watch the two of you bicker and fight. Seriously, I could sell tickets and give out popcorn."

Anzel just gave the blonde girl a flat look, "It's so nice to know that my pain amuses you."

"Aww come on, you know I would never intentionally do anything that bad to you," said Rosie with an innocent face that really didn't seem authentic in the least.

"Yea, yea," said Anzel as she sat at one of the stools at the island. "So really how was your shift though, no trouble?"

"Well no, not really it was actually pretty quiet. The only problem I had was tracking down that guy who's been taking people and eating them. He wasn't really strong at all but he was just good at covering his trail. I spent most the night looking for him and finally caught up to him in the old abandoned factory at the east docks, how cliché is that?"

"Very, I'm glad it was a quiet night…but you know…um," Anzel seemed hesitant to say what she wanted to, and that annoyed Rosie.

"Come on just spit it out already."

"Alright then, here goes. You know it really might be easier to get a partner then to take on all these missions and patrols by yourself."

Rosie's eyes widened for a moment and then she sighed and hid her eyes behind her bangs. Not this again, "You know why I want to work alone, Anzel."

Anzel's eyes softened as she looked at her friend, "I do understand, believe me I do. But you can't mourn forever…and they wouldn't want you to."

Rosie just absent-mindedly nodded, not listening anymore. She had had this conversation many times before, but nothing they side would change her mind. She wasn't ready to have a new partner and she really didn't think she ever would be. It just hurt too damn much. Walking to the other side of the living room she went to sit in a chair in front of the giant bay windows that over looked the New York skyline. It was a beautiful sight that she could have never imagined would existing back in the nineteen-twenties.

The loft apartment itself was an amazing place. When you first step through the door, it looked like one big room. The kitchen was just off to the left of the door and was only closed off from the rest of the room by an island with a sink in the middle of it. The kitchen, just like the rest of the apartment had a black and white theme to it. The countertops and surfaces where made of white marble; while all the appliances and cabinets where black. Just past the island was the dinning room table; it was made of glass with black iron work to hold it up, and black iron wreath chairs with white cushions on them. The living room sported a sliver big screen TV, a soft black leather couch and love seat around a glass coffee table and two glass end tables on either side of the couch. The giant bay window that looked out onto the city had two lazy boy recliners in front of it with a glass table between them. The entire apartment, sans the kitchen, was wall to wall carpeted in a plush white carpet. The wall across from the TV had a sliding glass door that went into a training and workout area. The most interesting feature of the apartment, though was the winding stairs that went up into a balcony area. At the top of the stairs there were three doors, and each one was a bedroom that had its own private bathroom. All in all it was a very modern and seemingly expensive place to live.

And the three girls didn't pay a dime for it.

It was paid for by the very rich beneficiaries of the Hunters order. Basically, "honest" business men who wanted to know that neither they nor their family would be threatened or killed by demons because of there connections and statues. It may sound crazy but it really did seem to happen a lot; especially when Aion wanted some new and shiny technology or scientific concepts that a company or scientist just created.

Flopping down into one of the lazy boys Rosie stared out at the skyline and let herself relax. It had been four years give a few months since Ali and Anzel found her in that lab. Four years learning about how much the world had changed since she died. Four years of learning how to fight like a hunter and learning how to use her recently acquired demonic powers.

Yes you heard that right, Rosette Christopher, former Apostle of Justice and Magdalena exorcist. Was now a part demon, one third at least, super soldier.

That had been Aion's plan all along, most likely he got the idea from when he gave her brother, Joshua Chrono's horns and it made him super human. But it also made him incredibly unstable and a liability in an actual battle. That's why he cloned her and forced her soul back from the astral line. He wanted to make her into the perfect super soldier; one that was human, apostle, and demon and that's why it had taken so long for him to finally figure it out. Twenty-five years, and even then the creation of the body she was in now had been an accident. For the body to be stable or for her soul to accept it, that called for the right mix of all three genetic materials, it really was pure luck that they had gotten it right.

Now she had the readily available connection to the astral line that only the Apostles could achieve without the weakness of horns. The demonic DNA in her prevented her from feeling the adverse side effects of this ability. She did not grow weak or sickly by using her abilities as her brother had. The demonic DNA also gave her healing, speed, agility, and control over astral that most demons would kill to have. Lastly, the human DNA in her acted as a buffer of sorts between the Apostle and Demon DNA, which would have destroyed each other otherwise. All in all, she was the perfect weapon.

"Alright Rosie see you later, we've got to go, we're late," said Ali from the door interrupting Rosie's thoughts.

"And who's fault is it that?"

"Shut up would you? No one asked you."

Rosie turned around in the recliner and smiled brightly, but in reality it was a pathetic excuse for the smile she used to have. "You guys have fun on your patrol, o and try to blow up a building or two for me. I didn't get a chance to do it myself tonight."

"Sure, I promise"

"Alianna Hendric, you will do no such thing while I'm around."

The door to the apartment closed, and blocked out the sounds of the argument as Ali and Anzel left for their patrol. Rosie found herself alone and the smile fell off her face like a stone in water. Turning around in her seat she put her head in her hands and she suddenly looked years older then she was. Closing her eyes, she immediately snapped them back open. She saw them again, the only thing, the only people she ever saw when she closed her eye or when she slept. The only person that was still around was Father Remington, because as it turned out he was an angel. That had been a rather shocking revelation for her. Every one else though…..

Azmaria, Sister Kate, Elder, Sattela, all of her other friends….

Joshua…

Chrono…

Crushing the water bottle in her hand she threw it against the glass in front of her. She hated this. It really was lucky that the entire place was demon proof or else that bottle would have defiantly broken the window.

She never wanted, never asked for any of this.

She put on a smile so that no one worried about her, especially Remington, but she had on more then one occasion thought about ending it. The only thing that really kept her alive was her stubborn will to survive not matter what life dealt her.

She never wanted to be hunted by Aion and his band of super demon soldiers.

Who would never stop until they had her or she was dead. It seemed that, as far as Aion knew, it was only her soul that the Justice Apostle gene would accept. This made her one of a kind and he had invested years into her creation, he was never going to stop hunting her.

She never wanted to come back to Earth.

But she would not give up on the life that had been given to her. She'd been sent back for a reason, she knew it, and until she had fulfilled whatever she was here to do. She knew she would never find peace.

As she watched the water from the bottle slide down the glass, Rosie sighed and resigned herself to another night alone with her memories.

Shorter then last chapter but well this one was basically just introducing you all to the new Rosette. Yes she is and will be massively OOC but really who wouldn't be in the situation, hence the reason why she will be called Rosie. It's just to enhance that distinction

Alright until next time

Nenny